I’ve found a great, free writing contest called Midlife Collage and they have a weekly writing contest for writers between the ages of 40 and 65.
They choose five stories per week to be featured. People can ‘like’ and comment during that week, then the judges will pick one story to be the winner. They will take into account the likes and comments.
My story, The Pianist, appeared in mid-July.
This week’s story is called Fading.
“I used to be a redhead, too,” an elderly lady once said to me. I looked at her white hair. It was hard to imagine it ever having been red. She continued, “I never had gray in my hair; it just faded until it turned white.”
For me, being a redhead is part of who I am. It’s part of my identity. An identity I loathed at times while growing up and kids teased me. An identity that I’ve come to enjoy because I like being different. I can’t imagine being a white-haired lady saying, “I used to be a redhead, too.”
Fading. Is that how it’s going to be? Will my brilliant strawberry strands fade and dull so slowly that it won’t be noticed until one day I can no longer claim the title of redhead?
You can read the rest here.